The time is almost up.
Gao Wen looked up at the scorching sun in the sky, his blue pupils were stained with the dazzling and majestic golden color of divinity:
"Vanity fades, burn away the sin—Cavendish!"
"Binding chains severed, beyond the boundaries—Arondight!"
Almost simultaneously, Meiluxin, sensing danger, fully unleashed the magic power of the Holy Sword to counter this powerful divine fire.
Accompanied by the interweaving clash of blue and golden light, the entire Albion shook violently, and the clouds in the sky were swept away.
When the dazzling arc of light dissipated, Meiluxin stood at the edge of the arena, her face pale, a golden trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.
She looked back at the collapsed white chalk walls behind her, a hint of relief in her eyes.
Earlier, by rallying the entire power of the Elf City, she managed to withstand that strike.
Fortunately, this was Albion, her home ground.
Otherwise, she would have already been defeated.
Merlin was right, Gao Wen at noon could not be defeated head-on.
To win against him, there was only one way.
Recalling a certain someone’s reminder before entering the arena, Meiluxin decisively transformed her combat strategy, extending blue wings of light from her back to avoid direct confrontation with Gao Wen through high-speed movement.
The weakness has been found...
Gao Wen’s face gradually turned unsightly, a bloody taste of the sun rolling in his throat, dark red seeping through the seams of his armor. The invincible blessing of noon for three hours was gradually fading away as time passed, while Lancelot’s sword strikes grew increasingly cold and precise.
Once night falls, the battle will be overturned.
Given this situation...
Gao Wen glanced at the setting sun in the west and the moon rising faintly in the eastern sky, his gaze becoming sharp, the heated blade cutting across his palm as divine blood within him turned into boiling lava, burning madly.
Meiluxin felt her scalp go numb, instinctively sensing danger.
Burning divine blood? He’s desperate!
In a critical moment, without much thought, Meiluxin could only choose to counter in the same way.
Golden divine blood sprayed down, and the shimmering light of Avalon Lake water formed blue waves around her.
In an instant, the blue waves and golden scorching wind surged fiercely, engulfing the entire Elf City.
Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Altria looked anxiously at Luo En:
"Teacher, if they keep fighting , the whole of Albion will be blasted to pieces! Quick, think of something!"
"So, it’s time for you to step in."
Luo En smiled slightly and waved his hand.
An ancient stone platform emerged from the magic circle diagram, standing before Altria.
On the stone platform, a three-foot long sword with a molten gold gloss was embedded in the central groove. The blade, forged with secret technique red gold, had patterns like bloodlines writhing across it, hiding starlit silver glimmers. The word "Caliburn" was engraved on the spine in ancient script.
Below the stone platform, a circle of golden inscriptions lit up, the ground rumbling in response as if solemnly acknowledging it, and a sacred secret text appeared:
"He who draws this sword shall be the king of Britain!"
Feeding off those meaningful glances, Altria immediately understood her teacher’s intention.
Neither Gao Wen nor Lancelot was the main character in this contest.
Everything was to build momentum for her.
Sure enough, what mattered most to the teacher was me.
In order for me to ascend to the throne and unify Britain, he even willingly sacrificed his own image, actively pleasing Lancelot.
Sensing the deep thought behind it, Altria felt both sour and touched, all previous grievances vanished, and she immediately stepped onto the stone platform, gripping the sword hilt with both hands, her heart guided as she vigorously pulled it out.
With a clear and resonant sound, the lead-grey clouds in the sky were dyed a brilliant dark gold, storms and lightning intertwined within, forming a connecting spiral light pillar between heaven and earth. This tremendous force, like a meteor slicing the sky, expanded rapidly in their view, instantly occupying the entire horizon.
The moment the furious shout rang out, the phantoms of twelve specter knights arrayed behind Altria. The Holy Sword Arondight clashed first, instantly annihilating the floating blue waves in the air.
Then, the Sword in the Stone’s edge severed the solar torrent stirred by the Holy Sword Cavendish, the colliding flare of the two swords bursting into a solar prominence, consuming the arena, turning the marble on the ground into pools of rolling golden liquid.
The dissipating blue brilliance drew abundant rain, extinguishing the magma on the ground.
Beneath the evaporating mist, Gao Wen and Meiluxin each staggered back, their overlapping shadows stretching with the collapsing walls until they combined into a complete kingly silhouette before Altria. Under a rain sprinkled with fiery red iron fragments, the two Holy Swords, Cavendish and Arondight, were plunged into the ground, submitting with a low hum to the Sword in the Stone held by Altria.
At this time, Luo En stepped onto the plaza and proudly spoke:
"Allow me to formally introduce, Altria Pendragon, blood descendant of King Uther, the Red Dragon of Britain, representative of Southern Knights. If one desires to select a king by knightly duels to command, why not count us in?"
Upon hearing the news, except for Meiluxin who was previously informed, Gao Wen and others exchanged astounded glances.
Even Aggrevain directly questioned:
"How to prove it? Just by this sword?"
Like certain knights, Aggrevain did not believe in supposed destinies and prophecies, nor did he respect the legend of the Sword in the Stone.
He only trusted in strength and military power.
Only with these could someone be qualified to lead Britain and defeat Vortigern.
"How about adding us?"
At that moment, a group of knights rode swiftly through the collapsed walls of Albion and onto the plaza.
The leading figure dismounted and led the two behind him to Altria, kneeling down together on one knee:
"Knight Kai, Tristan, Lamaloc, greet our king!"
Scanning the three before her and Bedivere behind Altria, Luo En’s face revealed a joyful smile.
Four knights representing the Elves, four knights representing the Northern humans (Old Gods of Danu), and finally four knights representing the Southern humans.
The twelve Round Table Knights were finally all present.
Then, the final trial should begin!